America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 245 It used to be stealing, but now it's robbing
At the end of March, New Mexico has bid farewell to the cold early, and it is the season when the grass grows and the warblers fly.

Little Hardy was very happy.

When he was selected by the general manager Meyer as the captain of the tank truck transport team, this kid who grew up in Kansas could hardly hide the corners of his lips.

He had had enough of the loess of Roswell.

Diamond oil every day, the color you see is either yellow or black, unlike now, you can see a touch of green.

It has to be said that the Indians still know this continent.

The man named Asuka really didn't know how he found this easy and short road.

It is located at the southernmost tip of the Rocky Mountains, and the locals call it Sierra Blance Peak.

The foothills on both sides of the road are lush and lush, although they are not as majestic as the mountains in Colorado, but in this loess-filled New Mexico, it can almost be called a paradise.

It really has mountains, water and forests.

Looking around at the refreshing environment, little Hardy was extremely happy, and he began to hum the little tunes of his hometown to sing the praises of the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland.

However, if Chen Jianqiu was here, he would definitely shake his head at Little Hardy's complacency.

The kid must have never read All Man Are Brothers.

In that novel, the higher the mountain and the denser the forest, the greater the probability of a hero appearing.

How about calling it a hero of the green forest?

So, when a group of people with triangle bandanas on their faces and jackets rushed out of the woods next to the road, Little Hardy was dumbfounded.

At the same time, the employees of the Standard Oil Company were also dumbfounded.

These people definitely didn't come to see them for friendship.

A carriage crossed the road ahead of the convoy. These people stood on both sides of the carriage. At the same time, people kept running out of the woods.

Each of them held a gun, ranging from a repeating rifle to a shotgun, pointed at them.

"Hands up, everyone, get off your fucking horse!"

The convoy had to stop.

Little Hardy raised his hands and looked very calm. He said in a deep voice to those who blocked the way: "Everyone, we are the transportation of Standard Oil Company..."

"Standard Nima's head!"

Before Little Hardy could finish his sentence, the robber who was closest to him had already rushed up, smashed his gun on his waist, and hammered him off his horse.

"Oh, it hurts!" Little Hardy's composure just now disappeared, and he covered his waist with his hands, but the people next to him gave him a few more gun stocks, and beat him up.

The others didn't dare to make extra movements, and they all climbed down from the horse obediently.

The robbers didn't talk nonsense with them, they directly got into the carriages carrying oil tanks, and left with whips under the eyes of the employees of Standard Oil Company.

Come and go in a hurry, the whole process is clean and neat, without the slightest sloppiness.

Only Little Hardy and his transport team members were left, messing in the wind.

A few days later, when Little Hardy appeared in front of Meyer dejectedly with the transport team, Meyer was very happy at first.

"Have worked hard all the way." With his hands behind his back, Meyer gave Little Hardy a big smile, but when his eyes swept across the team behind him, his face changed.

"Hey, where's my oil tanker? Huh?" He rushed in front of Little Hardy, grabbed his collar in a rare way, furious, "Where's my oil? Where's my oil?"

"I was robbed." Little Hardy's voice was so small that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Why don't you go and lose it with the tanker? How can you have the face to come back?!" Meyer scratched his hair.

Little Hardy told Meyer what happened throughout the process.

Meyer was dumbfounded.

In the past, I still stole anyway, but now I just rob it!
Is there any reason for this!There is no law!No matter how biased he is in New Mexico, it is also the land of the United States!
He turned and rushed into Captain Lynch's office.

Coincidentally, Tim Lynch was in the office today.

He was sitting on the table flipping through a stack of materials, and at the same time jotting down something in the notebook at hand.

Under his information, there is a map, on which Lynch has marked many marks.

"You don't care about the company's oil tank truck!" Meyer walked in front of Lynch, suppressing his anger, "Captain Lynch, I hope you can perform your duties."

Without raising his head, Lynch said slowly, "It's not difficult to find the tanker."

Meyer's eyes widened, and he thought it's fine if you don't help, what are you talking about here, what are you bragging about?

"These tank trucks are filled with kerosene." Lynch closed his notebook, "Do you think a gang of robbers robbed the kerosene for a month and used it to light their own lamps?"

"The kerosene in the entire United States comes from our refineries, and most of the kerosene in the United States is sold by us." Lynch continued.

"You just have to go around Albuquerque and find the stores that sell cheap kerosene, and you can find someone to steal our gas."

Meyer slapped his head: "Yeah, why didn't I think of this."

He was just about to turn around and go out, but found that Lynch didn't move, and immediately frowned: "Lynch, won't you go with me?"

"I'm not going." Captain Lynch replied simply.

He moved away the stack of documents, picked up a pen beside him, and lightly drew a line between Santa Fe and Lincolnshire on the map.

"If the factory continues like this, neither you nor I will be able to explain it," Meyer said.

"A month ago, when the tanker was stolen for the first time, I hired Pinkerton detectives." Lynch looked Meyer straight in the eyes, "If nothing else, they are now in Lincoln The county is waiting for you."

"Won't that cost money again?" Meyer was a little annoyed.

"Our factory guards don't have law enforcement powers in New Mexico, but they do." Lynch's voice suddenly dropped, "They told me that my brother applied for it when he came last time. "

Meyer let out a long breath, he knew that Lynch would definitely not sit idly by like this.

"Aren't you going together? I still think it's more professional for you to handle this kind of thing." He thought for a while and said.

"I have other things." After Lynch said this, he stopped talking.

At this time, not far away, south of Roswell New Town.

Chen Jianqiu, Holmes, and Zhang Danian were standing in front of a small piece of reclaimed farmland.

Over the past three months, Chinese people have come to Roswell one after another.

Colorado has become a desert for the Chinese, and Zhang Danian raised the banner there.

As a veteran of the team, he used various methods to gather Chinese who were not welcomed locally, and then sent them to Roswell according to the actual situation.

And the people who came later filled the vacancies of those who joined the refinery as workers and continued the construction of the new town.

In addition, there are dozens of people who are engaged in another job.

Not far to the east of the new town is the Pex River. During the past three months, Niu San led his people to build a simple canal to bring the river water here.

Holmes said that after the land was reclaimed, it could be cultivated, but it turned out that things were not as simple as he thought.

Zhang Danian squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, crushed it with his hands, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and shook his head:
"I guess it's still not good enough, the soil is not fertile."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the land: "Let's try planting it first, it really doesn't work, I still have land near Lincolnshire."

Lincolnshire is a buffer zone, and Roswell is the most important base.

Just as the three of them were still chatting about the land and farming, a horse suddenly galloped from behind.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head to look.

Those who come are birds.

He handed a bag to Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu didn't even need to look at it, it contained money from the sale of kerosene.

"Thiago's money has already been given to them." Asuka said, "Boss, don't tell me, the income is quite considerable."

Chen Jianqiu smiled and shook his head.

"This is not a long-term solution, it's just partial wealth, no."

"By the way, boss, Meyer seems to be going to investigate the source of kerosene." Asuka thought of something, and said to Chen Jianqiu, "It seems that people from the Pinkerton Detective Agency have been hired."

"It's okay, let them investigate." Like Zhang Danian, Chen Jianqiu grabbed a hard clod from the ground under his feet.

When he clenched his hands slightly, the hard soil turned into powder and flowed down from between Chen Jianqiu's fingers.

　One more, two more later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)